She had climbed the rotting stairways, seen the famished creatures in their holes.

But it seemed that if you interfered with the complicated system based on sweating then you dislocated the entire structure of the British export clothing trade.

Not only would these poor creatures lose their admittedly wretched living--but still a living--but thousands of other innocent victims would also be involved in the common ruin.

All very sad, but half a loaf--or even let us frankly say a thin slice--is better than no bread at all.
She wanted board school children's heads examined.

She had examined one or two herself.